it was all the rage…

i’ve forgotten
what was so
important
yesterday
and
the day before
seems
as if
my priorities
are
written
on beach sand
what i
perceived
as beauty
has
also changed
or
perhaps
it was never
my
idea
of beauty
but
some
marketing department’s
campaign
for products
found
on aisle 3
it really
doesn’t matter
so much now
for
i’ve come to realize
that
true beauty
is
self–defined
it’s found
in a lover’s eyes
a child’s
gentle smile
a hand
willing
to hold on tights
when fear pulls
on you beliefs
such
things
are constants
tho
in
reality
constants
do change
but
the change
is reciprocal
to
your changes